[center][h1][color=f26522]Milo Ventri[/color][/h1][/center]

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	Milo had lost a good bit of time fishing, the time was pleasant and felt a bit of ease fall over him, that is until he began to feel like he was being watched, it wasn't the first time in a while that he had felt that way so he tried to ignore it but after a while he couldn't help himself, he looked about and noticed it, some girl watching him from a ways down the pier. Milo put a hand in his jacket and unhooked the buckle on his holster, but quickly put it back when he noticed the sketchpad, some kind of artist he figured, he turned toward her and spoke up.

[color=f26522]"Do you have a good angle there?"[/color] 

	He grinned a bit, she was probably not expecting him to have noticed, however she didn't know he was unbelievably paranoid at the moment and was watching for people watching him. Milo was going to continue just as a bite hit the line and almost pulled the rod from his hand, he set the hook and reeled in the fish as hard as he could, until it was on the shore and in the bucket.

[@Rodiak]